The flames and the ash, the smoke and fume

are the only remains

of the vanishing world inside you

The voices, the laughs, the cries and fears

The taste and the smell

The memories flare all around you

(And they’re destined to last)

When is it time to wake the truth and live for more than a lie?

Closing your eyes has taken you so near to fate

When is it time to make amends and dare to impeach the divine

by stepping outside the realm where life is sere and decayed

You will never feel that anxiety’s over

You will only heal once you realise the gloom

got woven into you

The moments of hope kindle the sparks

until there‘s no blaze left to light

and the bestial silence drowns you

Illusions to bear through dusk and dawn

Sempiternally bright

As the shadows will grow above you

(And they’re destined to last)